Song of Songs 1:12
While the king `is' in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
While the king `is' in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
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13A bundle of myrrh `is' my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
14A cluster of cypress `is' my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
16`With' ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt.
17I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18Come, we are filled `with' loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.
9Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
10How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.
11Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon.
12A garden shut up `is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.
13Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,
14Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.
15A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
16Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!
8Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.
6Who `is' this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed `with' myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
2Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better `are' thy loves than wine.
3For fragrance `are' thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
4Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
6Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.
13His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,
41And thou hast sat on a couch of honour, And a table arrayed before it, And My perfume and My oil placed on it.
1Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
2My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I `am' my beloved's, and my beloved `is' mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
12We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
13The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!
1I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
2I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled `with' dew, My locks `with' drops of the night.'
11Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
5I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
13The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
14Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
9My beloved `is' like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
10My beloved hath answered and said to me, `Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
8I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
9And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10I `am' my beloved's, and on me `is' his desire.
2So `is' my friend among the daughters!
3As a citron among trees of the forest, So `is' my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit `is' sweet to my palate.
4He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me `is' love,
13The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.
5Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
16My beloved `is' mine, and I `am' his, Who is delighting among the lilies,
11Go forth, and look, ye daughters of Zion, On king Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
6His left hand `is' under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
16Lo, thou `art' fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch `is' green,
16His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This `is' my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
2As the good oil on the head, Coming down on the beard, the beard of Aaron, That cometh down on the skirt of his robes,
3His left hand `is' under my head, And his right doth embrace me.